Luyện nghe bài hát B. J. The D. J.

A story bout a friend of
Who down near the Georgia Line
A DJ in a little station

loved him dear
'Cause he played what liked to hear
He himself quite a reputation

At hops he stayed out late
And his mom would wait
To see if he had it home alive

She against his loss of sleep
And driving in that old heap
And that he had to be at work by

BJ the DJ, you're living too fast
And if you don't change your
see how you can last

Every morning just past
the driveway he would roar
He overslept and he was again

Then at breakneck
He'd drive to sign the station on at
He had lots of records he must

His mom sat by the
his voice called her "Hello"
She knew that he made it there alright

Then say a little prayer
be safe for he was there
And wait up for him again tonight

Then one cold and morn
All the tires were badly
But he scratched off just as fast as time

BJ had a lot of
But he completely missed the
And he signed off near the Georgia Line

Mom sat by the
The voice she heard she didn't
BJ'd never been this before

But the road so bad
And all she'd a while before she called
And then she heard the knock the door

BJ the DJ only twenty
A wreck at miles an hour
He'll spin the no more